This is a song about "Car crews"

But those crews i ran with were tough and cold as icicles,

Out in the district they selling water and buying pistols

Locking the nine, load it up, dissing bitch crews,

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

Believe my mom still needs a new car

I'm in my other car

I know i've came so far

Convertibles with turbo jets

Smoking crews like good weed or cigarettes

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

Screw the labels, my crews get creative control,

He ran with the hottest crews, thought he was a top recruit,

Yeah my niggas stay with a little attitude

'bout to get my other car

Young money, d-town's all star